Wedding Cake, revisited

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You might remember our wedding cake:

and how we painstakingly picked out the flavors (vanilla pound cake with blackberries, lime yellow cake with strawberries, and chocolate/chocolate/chocolate/raspberry for the top tier).   The ruling was, serve all the cake! Let them have their cake (and open bar) and eat it too, duh.  Why save anything when our guests want to stuff their faces with yummy cake?  I also promised to eat the heck outta that cake, and oh yeah I didn’t do much eating that night.

But anyways, you can imagine our surprise the next day when we returned to the venue to collect intentionally left items, and our venue rep told us not to forget the cake in the freezer.  Cake in the freezer? But why?  The caterer told us not to save the cake, that they would happily whip up another “top tier” for us a year later.   So whatever, we had cake! We took home the top tier (chocolate! YES!) and stashed it in our freezer for a year.

Fast forward to June 21, 2012 (we were at the beach for our actually anni, 6/19).

Hello seemingly giant refrigerator with PITA (pain in the arse) pull out freezer basket drawer thingy that everything falls behind and I curse, daily.

 

Hello overstuffed freezer basket drawer (probably the reason things fall behind).

And yes I love Trader Joes.

 

But what’s that?!  No, not the froyo. Look for the UFO shaped object covered with aluminum foil and taking up precious space in our stupid freezer.  I see it!

We figured after saving it for an entire year, we might as well defrost and eat it,

or try to eat it!As I shared on Instagram, it didn’t look very good, but….

it honestly tasted great!

And now there’s none left!

So the moral of the story? Go ahead and freeze your wedding cake for your first anniversary. There’s no harm in trying, and then stuffing your face!

Did you save your wedding cake (or try), or do you think you will?

first awesome picture by Studio Juno, all other “normal” pics by me

Just Write: It was only a dream…

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This morning I woke feeling scared, shaken, and angry.  So I went back to sleep in hopes of straightening out whatever happened in my dream.

I remember we were at a party, a house party.  The men and women separated and there was some sort of cultural divide (I blame the dream for missing details).  I felt like an outsider and tried continually to reunite with Mike, who hung out only with the men.  A good guy-friend of ours happened to be there, too, but he was not helpful and encouraged Mike to leave me alone.  (sidenote: I’m also unjustifiably mad at him, now, too)

Next this unknown lady, my age, confronted me and despite me trying to rescue my cats from being outside, because duh, they’re indoor cats only (and at this party with me?), this woman continued following me.

So now I was stuck with someone I didn’t want to be with, only to be separated from whom I really wanted to be with, and the cats kept going in and out, causing me to freak out.  Also there was butterscotch lipgloss and paint chipping from the doors and windowpanes.

I finally convinced Mike to drive me somewhere, against his will.  In this dream he was in no state to drive but for some reason I couldn’t drive.  So he drove me and I asked him about hanging out with me and this didn’t fly.

At this point I woke up since clearly my dream only made me more confused and agitated.

Awake Vicki went to Mike and told him about the entire thing and he laughed & hugged me, and even apologized for his stupid self in my dream.

But that feeling of confusion and hurt lingers in an odd way.

HELLO subconscious. What are you trying to tell me, here?

I don’t normally dream in such a way that causes me to think about it hours later (and write about it), but it happens from time to time.
Does this happen to you?

Does my dream make any sense? (want to interpret it for me?!)

Celebrate good times, Come on! {Picturama}

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This first week of summer vacation rocked, somewhat literally.  We celebrated our first anniversary in Atlantic City where I’m proud to say the cows in the penny slot machine only took $30 of my money.  Mike broke even at the black jack tables!  We ate and drank our way through our mini-vacation:  deep fried Reese’s, thawed year old wedding cake, & not cheap champagne from an engagement gift. Bliss.

I jokingly wonder what will happen after this first year of marriage, since we had such a rock-star time this past year!  Immediately after we wed and dropped the ‘honeymoon’ line, the congrats and free stuff flowed.  Using the newlywed status to our advantage worked as well.  Then for our first anniversary hotel upgrades and older couples couldn’t help but shower us with well-wishes and free wine.

The other night we caught a Yellow Dubmarine show with friends.  They’re a reggae Beatles cover band. It took place at a small-ish seated venue with limited dancing room, but we made due.  I scored the drum sticks and set list, because why not?  I task you all to see their fantastic show.  You’ll know all the songs and love their spin on the music.  Tickets are cost effective and they tour all over the place.  No this is not sponsored by them, I really enjoyed the show that much.

This week has final last name changing paperwork in store (only a year later…), some organizing (major home purging in the works), and general relaxing (maybe with less indulging).

What are you up to, my friends??

One Year Anniversary!

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We made it through our first year of marriage! I hear that the first year is the hardest, and I’m honestly not sure why.  I think since Mike & I lived together for about 6 years prior we ironed out many kinks and made a smooth transition to our new labels as “husband and wife.”

But I know more than one thing: my partner is supportive, caring, loving, and strong.  The dog may like him better, but that’s only because he takes such good care of her, which makes my heart happy.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we’re together
Love you when we’re apart

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Oh, you know I will, I will

photos by Studio Juno

Daddy’s Girl

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Last year around this time my dad walked me down the aisle.

The day prior my parents celebrated 45 years together.  I’m so lucky to have an amazing example of love to follow.

 

For our Father/Daughter Dance he twirled me around the floor. It was a beautiful Father’s Day moment!

I’m so lucky to have a wonderful dad!  {Love you, Dad!!}

 

all photographs by Studio Juno